He quickly followed Professor Jiang to the operating theater.
"Old Zhou, how did you disinfect it?" Professor Jiang asked as soon as he came in. "Didn't you say to wait for me?"
"You're as slow as a tortoise. Old Li will suffer a lot if I wait for you to come." Zhou Chunyong had already finished sterilizing and was laying out the sheet.
Professor Jiang panicked when he saw Zhou Chunyong wearing a lead apron.
"Old Zhou, if you go for surgery, don't blame me for falling out with you!" Professor Jiang said angrily, "This is the Imperial Capital Cancer Institute, not your hepatobiliary and pancreatic hospital!"
"You? Get your department head to talk to me. "Zhou Chunyong had a domineering look on his face. He did not want to argue with Professor Jiang at all.
Zheng Ren was watching the radiographic films and did not care about the dispute on this side.
Su Yun was playing with his phone. He did not even raise his head, as if he did not see the two arguing.
Feng Xuhui's large suitcase was in the operating room, and he was holding a pile of medical supplies in his hands. He was wearing a lead apron as he stood in an inconspicuous corner of the operating theater.
Lin Yuan was at a loss and did not understand why Zhou Chunyong was so overbearing.
The interventional radiology doctor on duty was filled with indignation. Zhou Chunyong was too much of a bully! How dare he come to the Imperial Capital for tumor surgery without bringing a doctor from his family!
That's f * cking riding on my neck and shitting … No! It was dysentery!
Professor Wu was also confused. He thought to himself that it was better than Zhou Chunyong asking Old Li to go to their hospital.
It was still good to perform surgery here. If he were to be transferred directly to the 912 …
Professor Wu didn't even dare to think about the consequences.
Professor Jiang was in a hurry to kill him!
If Boss Zheng's diagnosis was correct, who knew how the rumors outside would spread.
No, I can't take this risk!
Professor Wu immediately went up to Professor Jiang and whispered, "Xiao Jiang, calm down."
"Old Wu, it's not that I'm angry, but Chief Zhou would never do something like that!" Professor Jiang said angrily, "How many surgeries has Boss Zheng given him? Why didn't he miss a single angiogram? This is … "
"Uh …"
Professor Wu was stunned.
It was not because of anything else, but because they were fighting to be on the same stage as Boss Zheng?
"I'll perform the surgery. I won't be teaching the surgery today," Zheng Ren said as he looked at the radiographic films. "The patient's body is a little weak. There are already signs of anemia."
Zhou Chunyong glared at Professor Jiang.
Meanwhile, Professor Jiang stubbornly waited for him. The two of them were like two lions, neither willing to give in.
"Old Zhou, is it gone?" Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films and asked.
"Boss Zheng, it's done. Please wash your hands and come up," Zhou Chunyong said to Zheng Ren in a different tone.
"Old Zhou, I won't be giving any guidance for today's surgery. I'll hurry up and do it." Zheng Ren turned around and repeated, "The patient's left heart failure is already very obvious. You don't have to do it."
Zhou Chunyong was startled and a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything and just nodded silently.
Professor Jiang was proud. Look at Boss Zheng. His realm was really different!
"Boss Zheng, shall we go and scrub our hands?" Professor Jiang asked.
"Yes, I'm on stage. Watch more and move less," Zheng Ren said.
Look more … move less …
Professor Jiang also felt a little helpless. It was a great opportunity to stand on the operating table and watch Boss Zheng's surgery.
He reckoned that he would understand it better when he watched the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden's surgery in the future.
The two of them went to scrub their hands. Zhou Chunyong did not take off his lead apron. He went to the patient's head and chatted with Old Li in a low voice to calm him down.
Professor Wu saw that Zhou Chunyong, who had always been arrogant and domineering, did not act strangely after being rejected by Boss Zheng. It was as if the incident had not happened at all.
He leaned over and asked, "Old Zhou, what are you …"
"What's wrong?"
"I thought you'd be angry."
"Boss Zheng has many opportunities to force me to perform surgeries. This time, it must be because Old Li's condition doesn't allow it," Zhou Chunyong said.
This explanation was too far-fetched, and the change in tone was too fast. It was a little abrupt.
Professor Wu did not know what to say.
He knew that Zhou Chunyong was looking for an excuse to cover up the awkwardness, but … was it really that good to perform surgery with Boss Zheng?
"Hurry up and get out," Zhou Chunyong said.
"Why? I want to watch in the operating room." Professor Wu felt that since everyone else was not going out, he did not want to go out at all.
Although he had to eat some thread, Professor Wu wanted to see clearly what was good about Boss Zheng's surgery.
"You have a little lover outside and someone found out, right?" Zhou Chunyong said to Old Li. "Old Li, this guy must have something to do. He's preparing to commit suicide. When you recover, the two of us will go burn incense for him together. It'll be just in time for the seventh day of the year. "
The patient lay on the operating table and forced a smile.
"…" Professor Wu was a little angry.
"Boss Zheng is about to step on the line. If you don't wear a lead apron, what is it if not suicide?" Zhou Chunyong saw that Professor Wu still did not understand after he made a joke, so he could only say it.
Uh … Professor Wu felt that it had not been long since he had stepped on the line.
"Heparinization, 270 seconds. Prepare the medicine," Zheng Ren suddenly said.
In just a moment, Zheng Ren had already completed the preliminary preparations. He was about to do the intravenous heparinization.
This was also the last step of preparation.
Professor Wu immediately ran out to put on a lead apron.
"Measure the pulmonary artery pressure.
"Prepare for the angiogram."
In the operating room, only Zheng Ren's voice rang out.
Lin Yuan stood behind Zheng Ren and watched the young Boss Zheng perform the surgery. He was a little fascinated.
Although the conversation between Chief Zhou and Professor Jiang was a little joking, Lin Yuan could hear a trace of anger in it.
However, all of this disappeared with Boss Zheng's words.
Moreover, the surgery was done in a methodical manner. Although it was fast, every step was very precise. It was not just for the sake of pursuing hand speed and dazzling skills at all.
It seemed to be even higher than the professor's level at Harvard Medical School!
When did the Imperial Capital have such a person? Zheng … No, there seemed to be such a Chinese doctor with the surname Zheng in the rumors of this year's Nobel Prize.
Because Lin Yuan was focused on clinical work, the Nobel Prize was an extremely distant thing for clinicians.
Therefore, she had not studied every project that had been recommended for the Nobel Prize.
Just as Lin Yuan was in a daze, Zheng Ren had already performed pulmonary arteriography with a 6FBerman balloon angiography catheter on both sides of the upper and lower lobes of the lungs.
This step was used to show the return path of the four pulmonary veins.
The left atrial pressure was measured after the atrial septum was punctured. The pressure was measured with an end-hole catheter at the distal ends of the four pulmonary veins, followed by selective pulmonary vein angiography.
Soon, the most needed image appeared on the screen.
Lin Yuan looked at it very attentively. He saw that the right upper, middle, and lower pulmonary veins flowed into the left atrium. Moreover, their branches appeared to be good and normal.
But!
He still did not find the left pulmonary vein.
The CTA of the pulmonary vein indicated left pulmonary vein stenosis!
Boss Zheng's diagnosis was correct.
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